Grandma Has Wings is an adventure that begins while six little girls are visiting their Grandma. Each has a special name for her. “I call her Gram Cracker.” “I call her Granny.” “I call her Gram-Gram.” “I call her Nana, ‘cuz I can’t say my “M” sound!” “I call her Grandma.”

When the girls come to visit, the minute they hit the front door, they head up to Grandma’s closet to play dress-up in Grandma’s clothes. She tells them stories, praising and adoring them. They tell Grandma all their secrets, and she is always ready to listen. But suddenly they discover Grandma has her own secret, which the girls cajole Grandma into sharing with them. Unhappy about the demise of her upper arms, Grandma has been hiding them for years. But when she shows them to her granddaughters, Grandma raises her soft, squishy arms and says, “Your Grandma has wings!”

From adventure and silliness, Grandma Has Wings leads the reader into a warm-hearted story that speaks to the deep love between two generations of women—one grown, and one just beginning to grow. It ends with the comforting message that Grandma’s love is forever.

A reader wrote:

I had no idea what to expect when I first picked up this book. I was amazed that within just a few pages of reading, I remembered what it felt like to be a little girl and loved by my grandmother. But what was even more rewarding is the touching life lesson that you will gain about what really matters in life…warm memories with those we love and who truly love us, and the beauty of self-acceptance (a lesson for the little girls and big girls in life). The grandmother character in this book is a much-needed role model for girls today. This is a great book with a deep message. It would make a great gift, not only for grandmothers and granddaughters, but for anyone who needs a happy reminder that they are loved.

About the Author

Mary Murray Bosrock grew up in Sandusky, Ohio and lives in St. Paul, Minnesota. Mary got her wings when her two sons, Matt and Steve, gave her six granddaughters within eight years. After growing up with six brothers, Mary was used to boys. These little girls (who noticed things like arm fat, brown spots, veins, and dropping chins) amazed her. She learned to love what she couldn’t change by turning it into a story.